Chapter Forty Two

The body was a twisted mess. If I didn't know it was a werewolf, I would think someone had slaughtered something. My stomach lurched as I did all I could to keep from being sick.

"Alpha, you should go, I will inform you as soon as I find anything." Doc watched me hoping he would not have a mess to clean up from me.

"Doc, Myla knows we have a body but I would like to spare her the details. I would appreciate it if we could keep her out of here." I knew Doc would agree but I felt I should confirm we were on the same page.

I made my way out of the morgue, I needed to be away from the smell of death. When I stepped out into the afternoon sun, the fresh air calmed me. I knew I needed to consider all possibilities. I walked along the road back to the packhouse. I wanted to be with my mate and our daughter. I needed to know they were safe. Seeing the ferocity of the attack left me with an urge to hunt down those responsible.

When I got closer to the packhouse, I heard laughter coming fro